In truth I had given up on it.
I wanted it to happen. I thought it would be awesome for something like that to happen, but after seeing nothing of the kind my first year, and 365 posts later, I sort of just put it on the back of mind. I forgot about it. I thought stuff like that doesn’t happen to George Costanza people like me. It just doesn’t.
So I moved on and found appreciation in other small successes. I thought the little milestones I was reaching were awesome enough for me. Reaching 500, 600 … 900 subscribers. Getting 10,000 views. Blogoversaries. Blogger Award Badges from fellow bloggers. Hitting that publish button after figuring out the right combination of words to describe my latest shenanigans. Being part of a writing community who thinks I’m as cute as I need to be to do what I got to do.
All these were celebratory moments for me … high-five-worthy moments, chocolate worthy moments, Claim Jumper Chocolate Silk Pie worthy moments, Black Magic Chocolate Cake Worthy moments, and Holy-Crap worthy moments.
But this weekend … this weekend was the biggest Holy-Crap moment of my blogging existence.
I was Freshly Pressed worthy.
I was one of the lucky bloggers to be showcased on the WordPress Highlight Reel. I got my gold star. And that in and of itself was awesome enough. I was dancing to Pharrell Williams’s Happy all day. I was on a Freshly-Pressed high. Someone else had seen something in my writing. They’d seen it. It. And they were ready to tell the whole neighborhood.
I pride myself in finding the funny in moments that should normally make me jump off a cliff. I manage to write Saturday Night Live Skits of the I-Can’t-Believe-This-Just-Happened-To-Me Moments in my life. A lot of blood, sweat, tears, and embarrassment, went on in surviving a life sentence within a dysfunctional family so when others can relate to my stories or I can make them laugh it pleases me. I was happy when I thought one of these comedies was chosen.
But when I realized they had chosen a post about my Dad it meant so much more, especially since the big Fight For Air Climb that I was doing in his honor was taking place this Saturday. I realized that even though my Dad had passed away a few years ago people were getting a chance to know him, and I was the one making the introduction.
It was definitely a Holy Crap moment and I was grateful.
I wanted to thank all of you who took the time to click the link, read the story, and join the ride. Fasten your seat belts people because as my buddy Cayman would say … it’s gonna be Guatacular. And I also wanted to thank my loyal readers who discovered the story before it hit the front page. It’s been an awesome milestone I didn’t think I would reach, but so glad I finally did and that you were there with me to celebrate.